COUNT THE STARS ☆ vathmos

[wormwood.]

Everything stays, right where you left it.

But it still changes, ever so slightly, daily and nightly.

Secrecy was not something that Aurum normally approved of. Ever since the disaster that had been the secret planned assassination of his brother, Aurum had come to associate secrets and all things related to them with death and destruction. Still, when Vathmos looked away for a moment, a look of pain and shame in her averted eyes, the lion knew that he would never tell another soul anything. Vathmos was his friend, and he never wanted to hurt her in any way, and it was obvious that if he ever spoke a word of this to another soul, he would be hurting her in a way that would be unforgivable. It would be even worse than the whole bloodrage debacle when they had first become friends. With his chest weirdly tight and a strange sense of anxiety settling in the air, the proxy nodded his head, "I... I promise I won't tell another single soul. You have my word, Vathmos." Aurum kept to his word, so stubbornly so that it was almost agonizing to think about. So, Vathmos was in good hands. Still, Aurum couldn't help but feel a little shiver of stress run up the middle of his spine. What could Vathmos possibly tell him that was so important, and so dramatic that he couldn't tell anybody else?

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